It's not often, in the South of England, that we get a white Christmas so it was particularly nice to wake up this morning to a very white world. We ran about snapping pictures and pulling scarves and hats on but the reality of it was that five minutes outside was all it took for us to long for the warmth of the wood burning stove and a hot cup of chocolate. Sadly we seem to have got to the age where we worry about broken bones and frostbite rather than how quickly we can build a snowman (when did that happen?) We did put our best foot forward and head to the shops because, after all, it is the last Saturday before Christmas but I can't say it was a very enjoyable experience and we abandoned it about an hour in.Thoughts now turn to travelling and the trip we have to make tomorrow to the Sussex coast for the big family Christmas dinner, oh dear! It will be lovely to be there, it will be lovely to see all the family and absolutely heavenly to tuck into Mum's legendary Christmas dinner but oh heck .. the journey, which normally takes about two and a half hours, is going to be a trial. Still, it does look beautiful and perhaps it might just completely thaw out overnight who knows.
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